The Holy Spirit Book

Jack and the others had long since finished fighting and were watching their Captain. As they watched Yang Mu unleash one spell after another, saw the powerful Werewolf undead, and especially witnessed that terrifying final composite spell, they practically drooled.

"Heh heh, Captain, amazing. That was badass."

"Um, heh heh, when do you think I'll be able to learn those spells?"

Yang Mu had only just burned Eudora's soul when Jack shamelessly sidled over, looking every bit like an old scoundrel.

"Get lost. Hurry up and get everyone to move the loot. If the ship sinks while there are still valuables on it, I'll throw you into the sea to feed the sharks."

Yang Mu kicked Old Jack aside and followed his senses into the merchant ship's cabin.

Inside a lavishly decorated room, white bear fur covered the floor, deer velvet had been woven into blankets, and Tiger pelts had been made into cushions. Every item was worth a fortune, yet they could be seen everywhere in the room.

But compared to the bookshelf standing nearby, all of that was worthless. Knowledge had always been the most expensive thing, even when it seemed useless.

Among those books, one was especially precious, because the material used to carry its knowledge alone was enough to serve as Yang Mu's Spellbook.

Yang Mu pulled it straight off the shelf.

The moment he held the book, hymns rang by his ears. It was as though the laughter of little Angels echoed in his mind, and the entire world became brighter.

Yang Mu's Mental Power was already dozens of times that of an ordinary person. Even he was affected, so if an ordinary person picked up this book, they would be brainwashed instantly and become a Fanatical Believer.

Holy Spirit Book

A book about faith and gods. It recorded a large number of light spells, even methods for summoning Angels.

Mages were not like the legends claimed, where dark spells were restrained by light spells and light Mages hated dark Mages.

In truth, apart from their different uses of elements, Mages of every school were no different from one another.

At their core, all spells were explorations and applications of truth. If Yang Mu wished, he could use light elements as well.

It was simply that his research into and use of dark elements was more thorough. Moreover, he had followed the path of a Necromancer from the moment he became a Mage, so studying light spells now had no meaning.

Because everything would have to start over. He had already reached the level of a Sixth-Level Mage, so why begin again from scratch?

But that did not mean he was uninterested in this knowledge. Knowledge was interconnected, and no Mage would ever complain about having too much of it.

What was more, it even contained a method for summoning Angels in this world. It was simply perfect. The entire book had twenty-three pages, and its material appeared to be the skin of some powerful creature. If Yang Mu was not mistaken, it should have been the hide of some kind of snake.

However, this hide was not aligned with light. It was neutral, or in Mage World terms, attribute-less. It was exceedingly rare.

Yang Mu used his Mental Power to take down every book. After returning to the Captain's cabin of the Undead with them, he did not come out again. Jack would handle everything else.

If you think this book is good, please remember to add it to your bookshelf so you do not lose it next time.

While Jack and the others moved the goods, the Undead was also devouring the warship. Yet even as it consumed the vessel, the Undead remained stable. Especially with the help of its eight tentacles, it devoured the ship quickly and smoothly.

It had even finished swallowing the warship before Jack and the others had finished moving the valuables from the merchant ship.

"Roar—" A low cry like that of a giant whale rang out, filled with displeasure, as if someone had stopped it from sitting down to eat when it was starving.

"Alright, alright, stop rushing us! If you're so capable, come up here and carry things yourself!"

Higgs, who was carrying an expensive dressing table, heard the Undead's low cry and shouted at the top of his lungs.

Whoosh! A massive tentacle lashed toward him with a piercing howl. He hurriedly transformed into a Fishman, hugged the dressing table, and leaped up, barely dodging the tentacle.

"That's going too far! If you break this thing, be careful or the Captain will teach you a lesson later. You know the Captain hasn't been in a good mood lately."

After steadying himself, Higgs shouted loudly. Upon hearing that Yang Mu was in a bad mood, the Undead could only angrily slam a tentacle onto the merchant ship's already battered hull, making the ship lurch violently.

"Hurry up and move things. Instead of teasing the Undead here, why not carry a little more? If you're too slow and it starts throwing a tantrum, you'll be the one in trouble."

Jack, carrying two barrels of expensive red wine, kicked Higgs in the ass.

As crew members of the Undead, they had seen far too many miraculous things. Was a living ship really that strange?

Though they had only gotten used to it after several days, and they were still afraid the Undead would eat them while they slept at night.

Once all the goods had been moved and the Undead had swallowed both ships, its anchor automatically retracted. Under Jack and the others' control, it began its return voyage.

Inside the cabin, Yang Mu was carefully burning the Holy Spirit Book with Flame of Annihilation. More precisely, he was baking it, using Flame of Annihilation to burn away the divine power within while preserving the clean pages.

Yang Mu had memorized the book's contents after reading them once. Besides the knowledge recorded within, its preciousness lay in the fact that the book itself was an item similar to a Spellbook.

It contained many Holy Light spells that could be cast directly through the book, even if the person holding it was an ordinary person.

Furthermore, unlike a Spellbook, it did not need to be recorded again after every use. These spells were permanently inscribed upon it. No, calling them spells was not entirely accurate. Their proper name was divine arts.

As for why Eudora had not used this powerful book during the battle, there was only one reason: the divine arts within it could not be cast.

Just as the spells inside a Spellbook required stored mana and Mental Power, divine arts also consumed Faith Power. This book was now merely an empty shell, its Faith Power completely exhausted.

This Holy Spirit Book had once been the national treasure of the Puxi Kingdom, the predecessor of the Kingdom of the Netherlands. It had been lost for many years and had only recently been recovered.

Thus, Princess Eudora, a Formal Rank Holy Light Knight, had been assigned to personally escort it aboard a warship under the pretext of transporting important cargo.

They had even taken a secret sea route. By all rights, it should have been foolproof. The secret route alone should have kept anyone from discovering them. At sea, traveling without following a route was practically no different from seeking death.

A so-called secret route was naturally a route no one else knew about, an exclusive secret. Normally, there was no possibility of being intercepted.

But Yang Mu happened to have money, had also happened to obtain a Wish Compass, and what he desired most was a Spellbook with more than ten pages.

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